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I was left with two choices. Jump out of the window, even though my room was on the second floor. Or stay and let whoever was coming find me. My heart raced as I glanced at the window, the drop looked more terrifying with every second. But the footsteps were coming closer, and I didn’t have time to think. I ran to the window, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Peering down, my stomach twisted. It was higher than I thought. The ground seemed miles away, and my legs trembled at the thought of jumping. Then I saw them—guards, stationed everywhere, their eyes scanning the perimeter. Escape wasn’t going to be easy. The footsteps behind me grew louder, each one hammering into my chest like a countdown. Finally, the doorknob twisted. My breath caught, and my eyes widened in shock. The door creaked open, inch by inch, and I stood frozen, unable to move or even think. Of course, Harry's tall figure stepped in, his eyes scanning the room like he owned every inch of it
I stared at him, trying to make sense of his words. I should have refused the food? My stomach aches, not from the meal but from the weight of his smirk. The plate was empty. I had eaten it all. My palms grew clammy as I sat frozen, his gaze piercing through me. “What do you mean?” I managed to whisper. Harry leaned back casually, like he wasn’t the one making my world tilt. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” His chuckle sent a chill racing down my spine. A sharp pain shot through my stomach, so intense it made me double over. I clutched at my abdomen, the ache twisting and burning like nothing I’d ever felt. It wasn’t the familiar discomfort of menstrual cramps—this was something worse and unnatural. “What did you do to me?” I gasped, barely able to get the words out. Harry stood there, watching me with that infuriating smile plastered across his face. His calmness only made the pain worse. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” he said softly, almost like he cared. But the gleam in his ey
Oh damn it, did I just say that? I hissed under my breath, cursing myself silently. He stopped mid-step, slowly turning back toward me. His eyes fixed on mine, sharp and curious. "Come again?" "I... mean... I said nothing," I stammered, my voice barely audible. His eyes locked onto mine, fierce and unyielding, cutting through whatever confidence I thought I had. "Nothing?" he repeated, his tone blended with warning, each word sinked into me like a threat. I nodded quickly, my heart hammering in my chest. The intensity of his stare made my knees weak, and I instinctively stepped back, wishing I could melt into the floor and disappear. He nodded, that unsettling smile still plastered on his face, then turned and walked out of the room. I let out a shaky breath, relief washing over me when I noticed he didn’t lock the door outside. Finally, a small shred of hope. I sank onto the bed, my chest rising and falling as I panted. "Oh my God… Ivy, what have you done?" I muttered
Harry's Pov "What truth?" she asked as I stepped in closer. I was about to speak when the door opened, revealing the butler. I turned toward the door. "Sir, your attention is needed in the sitting room downstairs," the butler said, turning back to leave. I raised an eyebrow. Who do we have here now? I turned back to Ivy, her face was pale and fear was etched all over it. "See you soon," I said with a smile, stepping out and closing the door behind me. As I walked downstairs I couldn't help but imagine who it was, I wasn’t expecting anyone. Who even visits me? Absolutely nobody. I made my way into the sitting room, curiosity winning this time. There sat my dad, confidently lounging on the couch, his walking stick resting in his hand. The sight of him so relaxed felt odd—like he was here for something important. "Didn't expect to see you here," I said, trying to mask the surprise in my voice. He smiled knowingly, his eyes glinting with that familiar hint of mischie
I hesitated before answering the call, my thumb hovering over the screen. Only God knows why she chose today to call—after all the times I’d tried to reach her and got nothing. I picked up, and her sweet, familiar voice, the one I’d grown so fond of in the past, came through the line. It was soft, almost hesitant, but it hit me like a wave of memories I thought I’d buried. "Hello," I said calmly, holding back the swirl of emotions threatening to rise. "Hello, Harry," she answered, with her soft, almost fragile voice. "So... you decided to talk to me today?" I asked, keeping my tone neutral, though my chest felt heavy. "Of course, Harry. I heard... or rather saw in the gossip magazines that you got married!" she said, her voice laced with something I couldn’t quite place curiosity or maybe guilt? "Yes, I did get married," I replied sharply. "Since you called off ours and decided to cut me off completely." "Oh, Harry, please..." "Harry, please what?" I snapped, my grip t
The butler handed me the keys, his hands trembling slightly. I snatched them from him without a word, my grip tight, my pace was already quickening. My mind was blurry, only one thought consumed me: I needed to get out. I stormed through the house, barely registering the polished floors beneath my feet, heading straight for the garage. My mind didn’t care about the luxury of the space—just the fact that I had options, and I needed to move. There were too many cars to choose from, but I didn’t care which one. I just needed to get away from here. I opened the nearest door and slammed it behind me, the roar of the engine making my blood pulse faster. The world outside faded as I hit the gas, the wheels screeching against the pavement. The anger still bubbled in me, but now, it had a direction. The gate swung open automatically without hesitation as I tore through, the sound of the tires on the gravel sharp in my ears. I didn’t care about the speed, the tight turns, or the gr
Ivy's POV Master Harry had been gone for hours, and though his absence should have felt freeing, it didn’t. It wasn’t worry that tugged at me though. The unsettling quiet of the mansion only reminded me how much heavier his presence made everything, yet somehow, I’d grown used to it. Maybe I was just more at peace knowing where he was. Or maybe I’d learned to breathe easier when his chaos wasn’t looming over me. Either way, the silence tonight felt wrong, like the calm before a storm. An idea struck me—he wasn’t home! Finally, the perfect chance to dig into his life. My heart raced at the thought. Time to uncover whatever was hidden behind his terrifying facade. I grabbed my laptop and settled on the edge of the bed, my fingers hovering over the keys. Researching him wasn’t just curiosity—it was survival. What kind of man was I really dealing with? What secrets did this house hold? I needed answers, and tonight, I was going to get them. After scrolling through the sam
"What bad news?" I asked, my voice shaking. "You have to come to the hospital, Mrs. Hendrix," the nurse said before quickly cutting the line. I stared at the phone, confused and unsettled. The words "Mrs. Hendrix" felt foreign, uncomfortable. Why would they call me that? What could be so urgent? I stood there for a moment, my mind racing. Something wasn’t right. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something I wasn't ready to face. I grabbed my coat, trying to steady my hands, and hurried toward the door. Whatever this was, I had to find out. The driver quickly pulled up to the entrance, and I wasted no time as I climbed into the backseat. I could feel the urgency in my chest, my heart pounding as I told him, “We need to hurry to the city hospital.” The car shot forward, the tires screeching against the road, the city lights blurring as we sped through. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, racing to make sense of everything. What was happening? I glanced
Ivy stood frozen on the doorstep, staring at the package as though it might suddenly explode in her hands. Her heart thudded in her chest, torn between curiosity and responsibility. Open it? Or deliver it to him? Her fingers traced the edges of the neatly wrapped box, the paper smooth and pristine. It wasn’t every day Harry received an exclusive delivery. Who could have sent it? And why did it feel so... foreboding? She bit her lip, glancing toward the towering front doors of the mansion. She could already hear his voice in her head, sharp tongue and dismissive: “What the hell were you thinking opening my package?” With a deep breath, she shook her head. “Nope, not worth the drama,” she muttered under her breath, adjusting the box in her arms. But even as she turned to head back inside, a nagging thought tugged at her mind. What if it’s something dangerous? Or something that’ll make his already bad mood worse? She paused in the middle of the grand foyer, staring do
The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Ivy's hazel eyes. She squinted, struggling to pull herself from the comfort of sleep. With a slow stretch and a deep yawn, she finally woke fully, the soft light teasing her into full awareness. As she turned, she saw Harry still lost in his slumber, his breath even, unaware of the world around him. Ivy glanced over at Harry, then quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound. She tiptoed across the room and into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her. The water ran, a quiet stream, as she let the warm embrace of the shower wake her fully, the cool tiles against her skin grounded her in the moment. Ivy wiped her hands on the towel, nodding to herself. "Time to go make him breakfast," she muttered, more to break the silence than anything else. She stepped out of the room, the soft click of the door closing behind her, and made her way to the kitchen. The house was still quiet
The drive was quiet. Harry stared out the window, lost in his thoughts, while I kept to my own space. Neither of us said a word, the silence filling the car with an unspoken tension. We both seemed to have enough going on in our heads to fill the time without speaking. The city outside passed by, but neither of us seemed to notice. We pulled up to the mansion, and as always, the gate opened smoothly, like it had been waiting for us. The moment we stopped, the house staff appeared at the front door, rushing out to greet Harry. They were all smiles, their eyes full of admiration, like he was some kind of royalty. But today, Harry didn’t even acknowledge them. He just stared ahead, his expression distant, as they helped him out of the car and into the house. It felt like they were the only ones excited to be here. His mother’s warning echoed in my mind: Never let him out of your sight. I couldn’t shake it. As I followed Harry inside, I kept a close distance, watching every
They burst into the hospital room, his mother rushing straight to Harry. He lay there in a hospital gown, his legs wrapped in thick bandages. I lingered behind them, my steps hesitant, my chest tightening as I took in the sight of him. “Sweetie, talk to me… how did this happen?” she murmured, her hands trembling as they cupped his pale face. She brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead with the gentleness of someone holding onto fragile hope. Her voice cracked, thick with emotion, as her eyes searched his for answers. I stayed rooted in place, swallowing the knot forming in my throat. Watching her pour her love into him so openly stirred something raw inside me. I felt a pang of longing so deep it made my chest ache. What would it have been like to have someone care for me like that? Someone to fuss over me, to hold me like I mattered? The thought twisted in my mind, making me feel more like an intruder in this moment than a witness. Harry stared blankly ahead,
"What bad news?" I asked, my voice shaking. "You have to come to the hospital, Mrs. Hendrix," the nurse said before quickly cutting the line. I stared at the phone, confused and unsettled. The words "Mrs. Hendrix" felt foreign, uncomfortable. Why would they call me that? What could be so urgent? I stood there for a moment, my mind racing. Something wasn’t right. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something I wasn't ready to face. I grabbed my coat, trying to steady my hands, and hurried toward the door. Whatever this was, I had to find out. The driver quickly pulled up to the entrance, and I wasted no time as I climbed into the backseat. I could feel the urgency in my chest, my heart pounding as I told him, “We need to hurry to the city hospital.” The car shot forward, the tires screeching against the road, the city lights blurring as we sped through. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, racing to make sense of everything. What was happening? I glanced
Ivy's POV Master Harry had been gone for hours, and though his absence should have felt freeing, it didn’t. It wasn’t worry that tugged at me though. The unsettling quiet of the mansion only reminded me how much heavier his presence made everything, yet somehow, I’d grown used to it. Maybe I was just more at peace knowing where he was. Or maybe I’d learned to breathe easier when his chaos wasn’t looming over me. Either way, the silence tonight felt wrong, like the calm before a storm. An idea struck me—he wasn’t home! Finally, the perfect chance to dig into his life. My heart raced at the thought. Time to uncover whatever was hidden behind his terrifying facade. I grabbed my laptop and settled on the edge of the bed, my fingers hovering over the keys. Researching him wasn’t just curiosity—it was survival. What kind of man was I really dealing with? What secrets did this house hold? I needed answers, and tonight, I was going to get them. After scrolling through the sam
The butler handed me the keys, his hands trembling slightly. I snatched them from him without a word, my grip tight, my pace was already quickening. My mind was blurry, only one thought consumed me: I needed to get out. I stormed through the house, barely registering the polished floors beneath my feet, heading straight for the garage. My mind didn’t care about the luxury of the space—just the fact that I had options, and I needed to move. There were too many cars to choose from, but I didn’t care which one. I just needed to get away from here. I opened the nearest door and slammed it behind me, the roar of the engine making my blood pulse faster. The world outside faded as I hit the gas, the wheels screeching against the pavement. The anger still bubbled in me, but now, it had a direction. The gate swung open automatically without hesitation as I tore through, the sound of the tires on the gravel sharp in my ears. I didn’t care about the speed, the tight turns, or the gr
I hesitated before answering the call, my thumb hovering over the screen. Only God knows why she chose today to call—after all the times I’d tried to reach her and got nothing. I picked up, and her sweet, familiar voice, the one I’d grown so fond of in the past, came through the line. It was soft, almost hesitant, but it hit me like a wave of memories I thought I’d buried. "Hello," I said calmly, holding back the swirl of emotions threatening to rise. "Hello, Harry," she answered, with her soft, almost fragile voice. "So... you decided to talk to me today?" I asked, keeping my tone neutral, though my chest felt heavy. "Of course, Harry. I heard... or rather saw in the gossip magazines that you got married!" she said, her voice laced with something I couldn’t quite place curiosity or maybe guilt? "Yes, I did get married," I replied sharply. "Since you called off ours and decided to cut me off completely." "Oh, Harry, please..." "Harry, please what?" I snapped, my grip t
Harry's Pov "What truth?" she asked as I stepped in closer. I was about to speak when the door opened, revealing the butler. I turned toward the door. "Sir, your attention is needed in the sitting room downstairs," the butler said, turning back to leave. I raised an eyebrow. Who do we have here now? I turned back to Ivy, her face was pale and fear was etched all over it. "See you soon," I said with a smile, stepping out and closing the door behind me. As I walked downstairs I couldn't help but imagine who it was, I wasn’t expecting anyone. Who even visits me? Absolutely nobody. I made my way into the sitting room, curiosity winning this time. There sat my dad, confidently lounging on the couch, his walking stick resting in his hand. The sight of him so relaxed felt odd—like he was here for something important. "Didn't expect to see you here," I said, trying to mask the surprise in my voice. He smiled knowingly, his eyes glinting with that familiar hint of mischie